Christine Everson
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Jun-22-2009 17:54
It was early evening as I headed home. I was tired, having just finished a case earlier that day. I'd debated on whether to go to the Tricky Mister for a drink first, but the need for sleep won over. Getting a paper from a newsboy, as the day had kept me quite busy, I paused beneath a street lamp and scanned the front page for a moment. Apparently there had been a robbery at some well-to-do's place, and the owner had been killed in the process. Sounded interesting.
Tucking the paper underneath my arm, I continued home, deciding to check things out once I had some sleep.
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Sister Rosetta
Red-Nosed
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Jun-24-2009 21:32
“Excuse me, Miss Betty. Just now you referred to Rubber Evans in the past tense. But Miss Everson here didn’t give any indication that he had died.”
Bunny Betty’s expression reminded me of a scared little rabbit caught in a trap. I was interested in hearing what she had to say for herself.
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